Well, my binding job just came to a screeching halt. Maybe I should rephrase that, my binding job just came to a whining halt. It seems there is thunder about 50 or so miles away, and my dogs are in a panic state. They don't go down the basement stairs, so I am forced to come up to keep them company. The Great Dane is halfway under the computer desk. The Rottie is close behind my chair panting like crazy. So I guess I will just sit here and admire everyone else's work till it is time to leave for dinner at DDIL's.